Centara smiled as she walked down the hallway, she was very excited, today was the day she and Master Yoda had been awaiting.

A well-known Jedi Master by the name of Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan were going to be at the Temple today.

"Ah, Centara, there you are." One of the Temple astromech driods beeped as it neared Centara. "Master Yoda is waiting for you, outside. Master Qui-Gon is here."

"Very good, thank you."

Centara took off towards the Jedi masters, and the driod took off in its own direction.

"- Yes, but it's hazardous, Master Yoda."

Centara walked outside. Master Yoda was standing on the top step, while two other Jedi, Qui-Gon Jinn, and his Padawan, were on the steps below him. They were almost at eye level with the short Jedi Master. Yoda turned to Centara.

"Ah, hmm. Master Qui-Gon, Centara." Joda said simply, pointing to Centara, who bowed her head in respect, Qui-Gon smiled slightly, his young Padawan nodded to Centara.

"Trouble the Sith may be, Qui-Gon Jinn, but time, we have not. Come, discuss this inside we shall." Master Yoda turned inside, Qui-Gon, Centara and the Padawan close behind.

"Master," The young Padawan said, Qui-Gon Jinn turned around, Centara listened without stopping. "Would you mind if I stayed here? There's something about this place that… I don't understand."

"Yes Obi-Wan, but do not travel far, I may need you soon."

"Yes Master." The Padawan turned and left.

Obi-Wan, Centara thought, I'll have to remember that.



Obi-Wan walked down the streets of the strange city. His thoughts wondering. That stranger that he and Qui-Gon had helped, her and her Wookiee friend, Obi-Wan had felt something strange, it had been bothering him. She reminded him of someone, someone he met a long time ago. He just couldn't place her, that fiery orange hair, something about it. He sighed and walked into a Casino.

The Casino was dimly lit, a circular bar stood in the middle, surrounded by bar stools, and eager people. Crap Games had been set up, as well as Saboc games and other favorites of Smugglers.

Surrounding the outer rim of the Casino were booths, mostly seating two, sometimes three. As Obi-Wan scanned the tables, he happened to see them. The two Strangers.

The human was banging her head on the table, while the Wookiee was rolling her eyes, muttering something to her companion. The girl looked up, and happened to catch Obi-Wan's gaze. She scowled, and stood. The Wookiee watched her, curious.

"Come on Mirr, let's go."

"But, we just got here!"

"Now Mirr."

The two left, and Obi-Wan walked towards the bar.

"What is your order?" A driod at the bar asked Obi-Wan. He sighed, and turned away, walking out of the Casino. The bartender watched him for a moment, then turned to an impatient Hutt.



"Nayr, what is wrong with you!" Mirr asked as they walked out of the bar. The Wookiee stopped.

"That Jedi, he's following us!"

"What if it was just a coincidence!?"

"It wasn't."

"How do you know?"

"I don't…but I do… just, arg! Come on."

"YOU! Wait!" Nayr and Mirr turned around as one of Hantha's henchmen ran out of the Casino.

"Oh, come on! Can this day get any worse!" Nayr yelled as she ran… straight into another henchman. "Obviously it can…"

He raised his fist, and hit Nayr over the head with it.



Obi-Wan sauntered out of the Casino, only to see the strange girl and the Wookiee, surrounded by men. The girl was barely standing, she looked dizzy, and her friend was roaring. All at once, the girl leapt onto the back of one of the men, and kicked two others in a split based move as a third hit her hard in the back. She gasped and fell over.

The Wookiee punched two men, and tripped another.

"Hey!" Obi-Wan called, and ran forward, igniting his Lightsaber.

"Look, it's Jedi."

"Run for it!"

The men scattered, leaving the girl on her side, breathing heavily, and the Wookiee hunched over, paws on her knees.

"What was that all about?" Obi-Wan asked as he neared them, placing his Lightsaber back on his belt.

"Nothing." The girl said harshly, struggling to her feet. She took a deep breath, groaned, and toppled over into the Wookiee's arm.

Obi-Wan shook his head.

"A bit foolish, isn't she?"

"Yeah well, Nayr's got spirit, I'll give her that." Mirr muttered, picking the girl up. Obi-Wan wondered over.

"She seems to have something against everyone."

"No, just the Jedi."

"The Jedi?"

"Uhhuh.."

"Why?"

"Long story."

"Oh."

"Hey, would you happen to know of any place I can take her? She's really out of it this time. She normally manages to stay standing until the attackers come back."

"Yeah, sure.. Follow me." Obi-Wan took off at a slow pace towards the Temple, Mirr following, caring Nayr. Obi-Wan decided not to ask how many times this had happened before, since the Wookiee seemed awfully familiar with the entire process.

Nayr, Obi-Wan thought, why does that name sound familiar? This rebel was vaguely familiar to the Padawan, he just couldn't place it, and it drove him crazy.